THE MOST AMERICAN MOTORSPORT

Everything about Yamaha’s R1DT prototype is made to go left. The tires are staggered not only front to rear but also left to right, with the latter boasting an extra half aninch in width and the former filled with 10 fewer psi. The soft Hoosier dirt tires wrinkle their sidewalls, wincing under the burden of a 1,200-pound tube-frame daydream.verythingrototype es are staear but e latter bch in widwith 10 fewtheir sidewa1,200-pound tubburd

It sounds like the Jetsons’ car if George lost his mind, cleared out the company account, bought what-ever passes for a Porsche in Hanna-Barbera’s steril-ized future, and ran off with Rosie in the passenger seat. The pulsing cross-plane exhaust thrums off the empty grandstands of Eagle Raceway, a short hike from downtown Lincoln, Nebraska. There’s a bone-stock YZF-R1S engine hidden away beneath those flat-sheet body panels, and it’s capable of pushing 175 hp to the rear wheels